We go back to my cell and have a seat. The guard sits with me. "Your lawyer will be coming to see you before you have the hearing tomorrow," she holds my hands in hers and says" I have a daughter your age. When I see you I remember her. Don't worry you will be fine". Her condolence means a lot to me in this environment.
"Hello Ms. North," a fat man says, holding a book in his hand. He almost looks like a clown to me. And he is the one going to help me out of this damn situation. I doubt him. I doubt the whole world right now. Whatever I heard, whatever happened is just so horrifying that nothing seems trustworthy to me.
"So we are going to help you out," he says while almost choking in trying to stuff his large cheeseburger in his mouth. Somehow I think he is going to create worse situations for me. I trust God. I always have.
" Juniper! You can believe in him. He is the best lawyer," my mom says jogging, walking and talking at the same time. Is she really that woman with all the etiquetteI lived never liked me screaming from far away. I was shocked. Why is she looking so happy, scared and excited at the same time? I am not used to seeing my mom like this.
" So here is the script you have to say," the lawyer says finishing up his burger.
"A what!," I say, trying to make an angry face which turns out to be funny. I guess God took all of my talents out while sending me down.
"A script," says with a broad smile as if he's gonna make a whole big blockbuster out of this script.
As I read I realize this script is nothing but a lie I have to tell in front of the court to prove myself innocent. This makes the Guild go against the old man for breaking the Flawed peoples this story the Guild would hang the old man to death for committing one more crime. Only if I do so.
" Nothing like this happened! The Old man never asked me for help. Why do I have to tell a lie? This could get him into trouble," I say, throwing away the script in a corner of the cell.
"Jen! You're not supposed to behave this way," mom scolds me, her cool blue eyes turning to fire.
I understand that creating a scene here isn't worth it. Whatever grandpa told me was correct. Judge Crevan is using his power to punish people. I don't know his motives but I will try my best. Even if I get branded. I was never of help to anyone. If I can be a symbol of hope to some I am more than happy. I never have liked feeling guilty. And I know I will feel guilt when I say this. A statement which these so-called perfect people have created. This makes me doubt the whole idea of perfection. Okay, now he is playing his games. Let me show him my cards. I guess it's gonna change the whole game.
"Okay. I'll rehearse it. Thanks," that's all I say and the next moment they all are gone. I am left, once again, to my loneliness. I don't know why I am getting that feeling of being a part of Marvel. They save the world. And maybe I am gonna save the people facing death alive. Yeah I can be that strong. I will be. Wait, what! I am gonna save them? HOW? That's me again. I never think of things I just do. Why? I don't know why I am like that. Let me just get some sleep. And I will do whatever I wanna do when time comes. I am a quick thinker. I will
Think of something.